1957 OLYMPIAN - Sophs Y's

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The GOBAG Get Some Sheriff Hug Points

Sheriff Neil Warren paid the GOBAG a visit today. He was all smiles and shaking hands. Is it almost election time? Seriously folks, the Sheriff knew many of the GOBAG already,which isn't surprising. He was in the neighborhood and was magnetized to a crowd of people standing. No seriously folks, he was in the neighborhood because somebody was having some kind of campaign kickoff upstairs in the American Legion. They were having quail. Former sheriff Bill Hutson was up at the top of the hill, or some may think that he was up on the horizon... but he didn't come down and shake hands and get a hug from Homer...because he was way up there.

Lloyd Brown Coursey is not in any of the pictures. That is proof he was not at the GOBAG meeting. That is also proof Monty Calhoun wasn't there either, and he cooked the hambugers! Neither was Paul Roper. Me neither.

As you can tell by this picture and other GOBAG pictures Homer loves to touch when he communicates with people. Or some may say, "Grab a feel."

1957 OLYMPIAN - Music and Stamp& Coin Clubs

Monday, March 29, 2010

The Eye That Sees All

Last week I went to a glaucoma surgeon. She did a very detailed study of my eye that shows signs of glaucoma. She determined to first try to treat it medically before considering an operation.That suits me!She prescribed Travatan Eye Drops. She told me this medication may make my eyebrows bushy and it may turn my eye brown which means I might have one brown eye and one hazel eye. She asked me was I OK with that.

“Yes, why not?” I might look exotic – a man of intrigue and mystery.

After we left I thought I wished I had asked her can she prescribe some eye drops that will cause that eye to turn red and glow in the dark and maybe the other eye too. How would that be for intrigue and mystery?

Sunday, March 28, 2010

My Tyson Genealogy - Part 14, E.H. Tyson

The main character in the Tyson genealogy report this time is my great-great-great grandfather Eugene Hargraves/Job Tyson. He is the first of my ancestors to move into this area. He mined gold between seven and ten miles away at Kellogg Creek.

70. EUGENE HARGRAVES JOB7 TYSON (JOB6, JOHN5, THOMAS4, MATHIAS3, JOHN2, UNKNOWN1) was born 30 May 1798 in , , Ga, and died 30 May 1868 in , Cherokee, Ga.. He married FRANCES ELIZA PORTHRESS HERRING in , Clarke, Ga24, daughter of WILLIAM HERRING and BETSY HAMLETT. She was born 25 Oct 1799 in , , Va, and died 15 May 1878 in , Cherokee, Ga..

Notes for EUGENE HARGRAVES JOB TYSON:Eugene's name was possibly changed from Job because the name Job TYSON had a reputation of being a Tory.

E.H. Tyson is on the Matriculates list for 1815 UGA Class,(ACatalogue of the Alumni of UGA), listed residence as Augusta Ga in married to Elizabeth Herring.(note - his guardian D. Winston Tyson lived in Augusta - her address was probably his last known address, as for UGA was concerned).

Eugene was a tax collector in Clarke County, Georgia. A Mrs. Fleming has possession of his tax collector's book. I have held his tax collector's book. It was a small red book, inside ledger style columns of numbers with a beautiful penmanship (Edwin 'Eddie' Tyson Hunter).

Prior to 1832, a strongly enforced treaty with the Cherokee Indian Nation restricted the white man from the Cherokee Lands which included most of North Georgia, north of the Chattahoochee River. Then, gold was discovered near Dahlonega, Ga., and the treaty was quickly voided. The Cherokee Nation carried the treaty to the Supreme Court and the Court put out a ruling in favor of the Indians but President Andrew Jackson said in essence: "Let the Supreme Court enforce their ruling". The white moved in. The Cherokee Indians were rounded up and sent to Oklahoma in the infamous "Trail of Tears".

Georgia Military records 1808-1809, list E. H. TYSON as a lieutenant . He also served April 8 1820 to January 22 1821 and Dec 22 1821 to Jul 25 1822. W. G., son of William Theodore Tyson stated that Eugene County and that he helped gather up the Cherokee Indians and delivered them to "Old Smoke Ferry" to be deported.

Eugene received a grant to Land Lottery number 210 of the 20th District of Early County, Ga., 16 Feb 1829 and to Land Lottery 899 of 3rd District, 2d Section of Cherokee County, Georgia, 15 Jun 1835. It is doubtful if he ever claimed his land in Early County.

"E. H. Tyson is on the Matriculates list for 1815 UGA Class, (ACatalogue of the Alumni of UGA), listed resident as Augusta Ga and married toElizabeth Herring."

His gold mining claim in Cherokee County, Georgia, was located along the banks of Kellog Creek. Kellog Creek now runs from Alatoona Lake (Alattona Lake did not exist then) to what was once TYSON property near Highway 92. Some beleive he mined did not redeem all his gold and it was/is hidden on his farm.

The TYSON Family Cemetary is located about 200 feet off Highway 92 (Old Alabama Road), near the intersection of Bells Ferry Road in the Northwest corner (behind Downey's Auto Parts - 1999). The plot contains four marked graves and two unnamed stones.

ATHENS GAZETTE, VOL. i, No. XXIII, Thursday, July 21, 1814Communicated. The Athens Academy, superintended by the Pres. of theUniversity, is now under the immediate direction and tuition of Mr. John N.Scott, late of Fayetteville, NC. This young gentleman was for several yearsa pupil of the Rev. W. L. Turner, and does great honor to that excellentinstructor. A semi-annual examination of the Students of this Seminaryclosed this day. The Examiners were the President, and Professor ofLanguages of Franklin College, the Rev. John Hodge, and Dr. Wm. Wright. Thefirst class, consisting of H. H. Tigner, Jesse Paulett, Leroy Holt andThacker Howard, ere examined ... The second class consisting of RobertCarney, Crosby Dawson, Milton Holt, Homer Howard, Benjamin Rutherford, EugeneTyson, were examined on Virgil's Georgies ... The third class, consisting ofThomas Baldwin, Robert Full wood, Robert Jones, George King, Lucius Lamar,Joseph and James Loving and John Stuart were examined on ... The fourthclass, consisting of John Billups, Pulaskie Holt, Samuel Oliver, John Park,Thomas and Alfred Scott and James Scott, were examined on Caesar'sCommentaries & Selected Profanis... The fifth class, consisting of (9 men)were examined on three books of Caesar's Commentaries...The sixth class,consisting of Thomas Baldwin, Charles Betton, Crosby Dawson, Milton Holt,Leroy Holt, Thacker Howard, Homer Howard, Samuel Oliver, John Park, JessePaulett, James Scott, Hope Tigner, Eug. Tyson, Turner Willhite, and RobertWallice were examined on English Grammar ...

>show Thomas Moore was the Tax Collector - from a newspaper on Sept. 7,1815"Athens Gazette"

SUNDAY FUNNIES - MAD #11, Basil Wolverton

The cover and this story was illustrated by guest artist Basil Wolverton(1909-1978). Basil become well known when he won a contest to submit the ugliest woman for an upcoming LL'L ANBER comic strip in 1946. Then with his Lena Hyena he proved he could draw grotesque beings. See Hyena's portrait immediately below.

Basil had two simi-big comic hits shortly after that. One was a space hero character like Buck Rogers and the second was Power House Pepper, which was sort of street kid with super powers.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Martha Bradford (c1915 - 2010)

Today Martha Bradford, mother of a good friend of mine, will be buried.

She raised three children, Larry, Glenda, and Kenny.

I remember one time Larry, I, and some others got kicked out of The Strand Theater, for life, I believe the usher said. And when Mrs. Bradford heard about it she exclaimed, "HUMBUG!"

That was the first time I heard the word "Humbug" used other than Old Scrooge, at Christmas time.

She went down to The Strand Theater and had a talk with the usher and the manager. She was not only defending Larry but also his friends. Any parent that would go out of her way to defend her child and her child's friend was number one in my book.

Whatever she said was convincing. We were allowed back in.

Judging from the number of people at the funeral home last night she will be missed greatly. She was 95.

1957 OLYMPIAN - Future Teachers & Nurses

Friday, March 26, 2010

TSUSFTAOHD*

*The Secret Underground Society for the Appreciation of Hotdogs

Yesterday I took a load of junk to the dump.

When you enter the premises of the dump you drive up on a little scale-bridge. You hop out of your vehicle and go up to the window of the little house that is by the scale. Ideally they weigh it with your truck full, then you unload it, and then stop by another scale and anther little office, where they weight your vehicle again, and charge you for the amount of a load that left your truck since last weighed,

That has always been that way but things are always changing, this time the lady at the “before” scales said that would be $8. I suppose she had a tare weight for my truck. It is always $7 or $8. The plan was just a little bit different, that’s all. Change is the only thing constant.

As I was shelling out the money out my wallet I got a closer look inside the window on her desk. She had two delicious looking chilidogs with chopped raw onions on top in front of her. I was delaying her getting a hold of those hotdogs.

I asked, “Are those Martin hotdogs?”

The reason I asked was that there is a Martin’s just around the corner on Powder Springs Road and I have been thinking of trying out their hotdogs.

“No, they are Varisty hotdogs.” She said.

The clouds or the sun or something shifted which caused the window reflection to disappear. I could see there were two other women in the office, they each had hotdogs in front of them.

That reminded me when I worked at the Atlanta Post Office at the Federal Annex in the center of the city. Almost every night a man from the workroom floor would make a Varsity Hotdog run. I think management looked the other way, because surely it took longer than the 30 minute lunch period to go to the Varsity on North Avenue and back. I remember when he brought those red and white Varsity boxes you could just tell those dogs were sweating and marinating in their own body fluids. Yum!

I asked the lady have they ever tried Brandy’s Hotdogs above the hospital. No, she said. I told her the chili was very good and very spicy. She seemed interested.

I left the weighing station and drove towards the big building that you dumb your junk or trash into. A man at the first entrance waved for me to stop and asked if I had any metal in the load. Yes, I did. Most of it was metal. He pointed a big pile of bikes, refrigerators, stoves, pipes, and other metal things and told me to dump my metals there and come back, which I did.

Inside, I backed up beside to a truck with an elderly man dumping house siding. He was finely dressed in a well tailored suit.. He was wearing work gloves that didn’t match his suit. I suspect he didn’t get a speck of dirt or a smudge or any kind on that nice suit.

On the other side of me was the building’s inside wall. I didn’t noticed when I backed in but as I was getting in back into the truck I glanced over and saw a big black stuffed bear looking at me. It looked sad. Then I refocused and saw a long row of human-size stuff animals lined up. They looked strange – like something in a horror movie. I think there was a long bench and all the characters were arranged on the bench. They looked like the giant stuff animals people win at carnival games.

Apparently, some of the workers or prisoners decided to make their jobs a little more entertaining by arranging these creatures along the wall and it caught on.

It seemed all the human-size stuffed animals were looking at me and smiling with dirty faces.** I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

** of course they had dirty faces, they were all pulled out from the dirty dump.

1957 OLYMPIAN - Key & Beta Clubs

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Little Batam Rooster Orders New Glasses

Not long ago I was sitting at a table at an Eye Clinic waiting to have my glasses adjusted. At the next table was a man who was placing an order for a new pair from his new prescription.

The man was short and small frame. He wore tightass Levis; I think he was proud of his shape. He also wore a toupee’ which didn’t quiet match his real hair texture further down his head…plus the part section of the toupee was a little too perfect.

His wife asked to have her glasses adjusted. The technician first sprayed the glasses, cleaned them, then left the area to make an adjustment. After the technician got out of sight the man scolded his wife “You don’t bring dirty caked on dirt glasses in and expect them to clean them.” I think he ruled that household.

When the technician was placing the man’s order she was on the computer and asked his date of birth. The year was 1943. 1943? He is only two years younger than I am. He is about 67. I thought he was much younger. I suppose his vanity paid off.

While discussing his needs for his new glasses he said he often wears a helmet. He needed a pair of glasses that it would be OK to wear a helmet with. She asked what kind of helmet. He said a bikers helmet, he did a lot of dirt bike riding.

A lot of dirt bike riding at 67 years old! My my! What would be his next surprise? Another technician called my name from the clipboard. I had to abandon my voyeurism.

1957 OLYMPIAN - Y Council & Jr Civitan

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The GOBAG Do It In the Sunshine (and shade)

I am pleasantly surprised at the the quick service I got from youtube this time. When I previously submitted videos they would sit on them for a few days, one time five days, before they released it to my public viewing youtube page, which is ethunter1 in the search blank, once you are on youtube's website. I think it has something to do with copyright checking. They want to make sure I am not infringing on some copyrighted material. I guess the checker immediately knew the song in this one was a Public Domain one.

Have you ever stood outside a primate section of a zoo and watched any species of primates interact with each other? The way one might beat his chest to show the group who was the most powerful or the baby primate doing somersaults showing off, or other little body-language things. And all the time they were interacting you were wondering just what were they saying to each other. Which reminds me, here we go with another GOBAG video.

I took their word for it. I was in high school with a part time job at the time. I went to their store on the corner of Atlanta Street and South Park Square, where Williams & Ferrell Drug Store once was, and charged a manual Royal typewriter and have been banging on a keyboard ever since. See?

1957 OLYMPIAN - Student Council

Monday, March 22, 2010

A Book About Harvey Kurtzman

A look at THE ART OF HARVEY KURTZMAN, THE MADE GENIUS OF COMICS by Denis Kitchen and Paul Buhle.

This book is 238 pages long. It took me about ten months to read it. I know that seems like a long time to read a book, but you must remember not all of it was reading. About 70% of it was pictures. That makes it even worse doesn’t it?

Well, maybe not. The pictures were examples of Harvey Kurtzman’s art throughout his carreer. Each picture had to be digested and studied for details, to get my money’s worth.

Denis Kitchen was a cartoonist at one time who turned publisher of alternative and vintage comic books.

According to the book jacket Paul Buhle is a senior lecturer in the American Civilization and History departments of Brown University and has written a half dozen book about the literature merits of comic books.

The book tells of each step in Harvey Kurtzman’s life. His childhood (his family was so poor his family had to put him into an orphanage temporarily); his wife, family, his art work freelancing for young Stan Lee; then going to work for EC, which he was the editor and solo writer of the two war comicbooks; his creation of MAD comicbook; his collaboration with Hugh Hefner in creating TRUMP magazine and its nosedive after two issues; his collaboration with fellow artists in owning the satirical magazine HUMBUG and its demise; his HELP! magazine; he, Will Elder, and Hugh Hefner’s creation of ANNIE FANNY for PLAYBOY, which ran for over 30 years, and his other artistic endeavors. After ANNIE ran its course; and as he grew older with Parkinson’s Disease, sadly, his artistic input begin to dwindle.

The book has many examples of his art work, most I have seen and some I haven’t. And in the book you are told by the experts the historical background of what was happening with Kurtzman’s life, or what was happening in the news, at the time of select drawings, and what to draw your eye to.

The book tells of underground artists, such as Robert Crumb, Gilbert Shelton, and Skip Williamson, giving him credit for being their inspiration and called him “The father of Underground Comix.” Which Kurtzman said he wanted a DNA test.

I think another reason it took me a long time to read the book is that I hated for it to end – it was like closing out a familial old friend.

1957 OLYMPIAN Bands ♫

Sunday, March 21, 2010

My Tyson Genealogy - Part 13

61. JESSE7 TYSON (JEHU6, JOHN5, THOMAS4, MATHIAS3, JOHN2, UNKNOWN1) was born Aft. 1773 in ,Anson , NC, and died 23 Aug 1841 in , Copiah, Ms. He married (1) UNKNOWN DURLEY in , Anson, NC. She was born Aft. 1773, and died Unknown. He married (2) NANCY MCCAREY 11 Sep 1823 in , Rhea, Tn. She was born 10 Mar 1783, and died 30 Oct 1858.

Notes for JESSE TYSON:In Will.

More About JESSE TYSON:Will: In Will

More About NANCY MCCAREY:Occupation: small cemetery near Spring City, Tn

65. JOEL7 TYSON (JEHU6, JOHN5, THOMAS4, MATHIAS3, JOHN2, UNKNOWN1) was born 1783 in , Anson, NC, and died 1864 in , Anson, NC. He married CHARLOTTE THREADGILL. She was born Abt. 1801 in , , NC, and died 1858 in Ansonville, , NC.

Notes for KINSHIAN TYSON:It appears that Kinchen possibly served twice in the War of 1812: 2nd Regiment, Georgia Volunteers and Militia as a private and in also in the 3rd, Regiment, Wimberley's Co. as an Ensign. - Ty Ashlock

South Pacific - Not the Musical

With the coconut bra it reminded me of the movie SOUTH PACIFIC. This my wife's uncle Paul Foster and his Marine unit during war time (WWII war time) in the South Pacific. This is a spill over from the previous post.